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Wow. I mean.....wow.

You forgot, Geat Expectations The Geat Gatsby It's the Geat Pumpkin, Charlie Brown! Or in honor of Bob...... The Geat Muppet Caper :D

Um, I know I started posting here simply to explain my inaction, but don't you think you aughta' post actions on the IC thread? Sorry, I feel like I started a bad trend.

He's got a really bad attutude, but if you dated a Karate pig, I think you would too.

So Fenris: I think it's about time we let you in on a little secret here. Me and Bob and 'Dwyn have played together before. A lot. A whole lot. For all the, oh, 9 to 12 games I've been in with Bob, it's still hard to say if I've posted to all of them more than in the one, super fast paced...

"Aye, Olaf," says Briet, with a flagon of mead in one hand, and the giggling serving woman who had brought it in the other, "what'd be a good name for a ship, destined to carry so storied a host on her?" He listens for the Skald's answer, breaking his gaze briefly to pinch the bottom of the...

Well obviously, it was good for me too. ;) *reaches to bedside table and lights cigarette*

"Roight!" says Thromgril as he stomps out of the cage. Being nearly naked now (his massive belly covering any unmentionables), he feels an animal urge take over him as he begins to move through the shadows, clinging the walls, looking for some sort of exit. Or some poor guard to take his...

Good luck!

Almost on his tiptoes, Briet returns the clasp on Beowulf's shoulder, "I give it freely, fell Beowulf. I would follow you to the frozen pits of Hel itself, if only to fight by your side." Briet turns to the men gathered and gives a short, simple wave of acknowledgement for their cheers. He...

Uri's eyes blaze with fear and superstition ad the orb is activated once more. He has made an exception of necessity to travel even with the likes of Aleran, but this is almost too much. It is magics such as this that have created this long winter. It should all be destroyed. He responds to...

As Acwulf stands, Briet straightens his stance, shield at guard, crossed by his sword. He looks briefly over to the kind, in a brief salute, looking for any signs of hesitation in the eyes or moves of the monarch. Blood is pumping in he ears, drowning out the howls of the crowd, his eyes focus...

Wow, that's like no girl I've ever dated!! Hehe.

You read Delta Green after the fact. As I told you, pay attention to the times. Me and 'Dwyn can really work a thread in an afternoon.

Briet's eyes break from Acwulf only to see where his spittle lands. With a nod to the side, a round shield is produced, and he straps it onto his left arm. Acwulf may be a coward, but he's taller, and has a longer reach with his sword. With any luck, he'll act much like any other big fighter...

So how should we play this? Just post my intent? Or is there initiative?

I like the third option, though I'm pretty much fine with a completly narrative sysem. This depends on whether or not you will be rolling for us. (This would be great!! taitzu doesn't even trust himself) I'm fine with the mechanics, my dodge is almost as good as my sword rolls.

Briet's eyes never leave Acwulf's was he reaches to his side, and slides his Gladius from it's sheath. He extends his arm, pointing the tip strait in the direction of Acwulfs nose, his blue eyes flashing from behind the blade. He lets a smile, ever so slight, escape his lips, as he steps a few...

"You think me a coward? I would dash the brains from any mans skull for the mere honor of fighting by Beowulf's side." he looks around the room at all the larger men, seeing them size him up, "Or spill my entrails to the floor trying. Yet I know not your band well enough to say which one...

B'ah m'ah chech!